What Does This Button Do?

 Hail All!

As you have perhaps surmised, I have been buns deep in wildcats since Sept. of 1970.  Well, actually, surrounded by young things of the humanoid persuasion.  This has been the cause of a lot of cartoon watching.  Children seem to require cartoons.  Had nuthin to do with me.  Nope.

By the time there were grandchildren, one of the favorites was Dexter's Laboratory!  See, he had this blond ditz of an older sister who was always messing around in his secret underground lab.

I thought of her this morning as I was reflecting on my recent run-in with disqus.  I begin to perceive the shape of what happened.  I learned some bitter lessons.  Part of it is a vocabulary lack.  Half the time I don't know what they are using their words for.  Specialist language.

But I pushed the buttons anyhow.  I'm not a blond, but I can be a reckless ditz.  This must be my official apology for losing our history of yakking together.  Sigh.  I still insist disqus did something weird first!

                                                Putting the horses to bed, by Chris Harrison